The yard is green
Lush
Wooden bench
Begins to chip
Soon it’s gone
The pumping well
Goes from green to red
And back to green
Now it spits up dust
The cracked side walk
Used to be pristine
The basketball hoop
Hangs at a an angle
The house went from grainy grey shingles
To boring siding
The dogs are dead
But in my head
It’s like it was
Even though I know
I can never go back
Sometimes
I close my eyes
And relive the old days